If someone would tell Kim Taehyung that his life would drastically change overnight because of his recklessness on that one, fateful incident, he'd probably laugh his ass off and tell them, "Yeah, right!"
But it did.
His life changed that night and...
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VI | His First Royal Appearance
Taehyung wished he should have taken Hoseok's advice to not go to work after the rumors spread out.
But he was stubborn, so here he was.
"Oh, my gosh. What do I do, Soobin?" Taehyung asked in a panic, looking at the crowd of crazed vultures lurking outside.
How did they even know my schedule?
They had just driven around the back of the work building as he had a YSL photoshoot in the morning when they realized there were even more paparazzi and reporters waiting for them than there were out front. They were slamming the car he was in ever since they arrived and his designated driver was honking the horn nonstop at them --- he was afraid he was going to run someone over at one point.
Soobin picked up his phone and Taehyung could hear it ringing over the hands-free.
"Soobin, what's up?"
He could hear Yeonjun's voice speaking as soon as he picked up the call.
"We can't get out of the fucking car. There must be over a hundred paparazzi and people from the media at the front and another hundred in the back. They are banging on the car and I need some back up just to get RF out of the car. They know we are here and it is out of control."
"I should have let Chris and the others come with you. It's the opening of the new cultural center in Gangnam this morning and there were only a few of the press here waiting on WWH. I think they are more curious to see RF. Let me tell WWH. I am leaving and I will come help you. Sit tight and I will be there in about fifteen minutes tops. Are you in the front or back?"
Taehyung squinted his eyes at Soobin.
RF? WWH?
"We are in the back now-- Shit. One of those fuckers just banged on the window and almost cracked it. We didn't use the royal car so that we could be inconspicuous. You better hurry before I get out of this SUV and start kicking some ass."
Taehyung yelped as another photographer banged on the window, asking him to roll the window down.
It was getting ridiculous.
"Are you okay, Sir Taehyung?"
"Yes, Soobin. I'm just a little nervous. I am afraid someone will get hurt." Just to think of something else, he asked, "You referred to me as RF. What is that?"
Soobin turned to him and replied, "We use codes for every royal family member. Your code is RF. Royal Fiancé."
Taehyung blushed. "And WWH?"
"That's Prince Seokjin's code. World Wide Handsome."
"Oh," he giggled.
They waited for about twenty minutes and heard a car horned. Taehyung turned around to see a royal car pulling up next to them. The press moved out of the way when it was clear that they would not stop and they would run them over if they did not move.
